Many of my readers have asked when I was going to let my dad guest post. Because when my dad leaves a comment, there are many of you that let me know how funny he is, or how well written he is. And even some have mentioned that a certain comment has brought tears to your eyes. Oh brother! So for those who have asked, you are in luck because today's post is written by none other then my dad (and maybe with a little editing by me)... Nonsense.
Trash and treasure
Boys, big and little.
My wife and daughter are clone alike. Neither have ever got the hang, of the pleasure of whimsical verse, actually, they beat me up rather severely when I am "silly." When Cortney stopped by this past Monday to visit, I told them both, about the beautiful replica of an old steam locomotive that I saw at the lumberyard.
It didn't impress either.
But my wife did ask, "What are you going to do with it?", and I told her it was going around her Christmas tree, for the kids, of course.
Fast forward two days; back at the lumberyard looking for some outside decorations for my wife, that I didn't want to put up. They had no decorations (which was good) and all of the trains were gone (which was bad), except for the display model, which was just about to go in the trash.
I had the man wait while I checked to be sure all the parts were there. The locomotive cow catcher was broken, probably fell from display, but I knew I could fix that, found the remote control and back, all the signs and lots of track.
Offered a couple bucks (which they accepted), then out the door and headed home to fix our train.
I put the track around the tree and placed the cars on the track; caboose with elves in the windows, handcar with elves moving up and down, boxcar, and coal car.
It might have been slightly large, but what the heck, the kids will love it.
Enter stage right, my wife.
"What is that thing?"
I knew right then I was in trouble, but I had plan B.
I Called Jeremy and as luck would have it, he was on his way home. I Convinced him to stop by and per plan B he loved it. Boxed it up and he was out the door.
Now comes the work restoring the engine. Those little bitty screws sure don`t work like they did fifty years ago, but a work of love turned out perfect. A stop for batteries, and I`m all set.
I called Jeremy to come pick it up.
He was a no show, his excuse, "working on his tree".
What a perfect time to place the track around his tree. I and reluctant Grandma showed up at 7 p.m. I was amazed at the beautiful light display in the front yard that Jeremy "wasn't going to do".
Knocked on the door, woke up Evan, and sure enough, there was a huge tree, ready for the final touch. I gave the engine to Evan, dad found the remote, Evan figured out quickly how to ring the bells and whistles, and they both started laying track and having a great time.
Cortney was shaking her head when I told her to move the rug back under the sofa a couple feet so the boys could use all the track. I wonder how that will work out.
Evan got daddy to light up the front yard; That's a good thing.
Grandpa got his train under a tree; that's a good thing.
Jeremy you did good. That's called "manning up."